Those were the days.
Now, we have these days.
These days are the sum total of all the days past. Instead of growing, the days feel like they are getting shorter and I never liked subtraction.
These are the days of releasing. The pride of seeing who they are, alongside the small ache deep down in the heart knowing that they won’t always just be yours.
Understanding that the best thing for them, is not always to belong only to you. And my mama heart is a little lost as I try to figure where I belong in life now, since I’m not a main character on their centre stage anymore. I see if I can make friends, and I think I can maybe date my husband more and it’s like this whole new world that’s a little nice and a little sad all at once. I don’t leap into it, I just take it slowly so I can still hold on.
I know that what will always keep us together is this love that we’ve grown with.
I know we will always hold on, even as we let go.
Then I saw a picture my friend posted of a little kiddie pool, with everyone crammed in, freezies dripping and water splashing.
My heart jumped.
THESE ARE YOUR BEST DAYS!
And they are.
And the days will keep getting better as you watch little boys grow up and drive trucks, and little girls play in their band and laugh with friends.
All the days are the best days.
All the days are the hard days.
All the days are about letting go.
The days with popsicles dripping down little chins.
The days with a quick good-bye where you’re left behind.
These are the best days.
